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specialist  sees  value  in  a  few   soldiers  her  age  helping  to   calm  the  emotional  currents   of  an  increasingly  youthful   battalion. “That  whole  rebellion  thing,   that’s  long  gone,”  Parker  said.   “When  you’re  40,  you’ve  had   experience  with  rolling  with   the  punches  and  doing  what   you’re  told.  We  all  have  a   boss,  right?” And,  in  her  case,  a   benevolent  one:  Even  as   Parker  collects  her  National   Guard  pay,  Bank  of  America   is  paying  her  full  salary  for   from  her  civilian  job.  After   that,  the  bank  will  make  up   any  difference  between  what   she  made  back  in  Belfast  and   what’s  she’s  paid  in  theater   as  an  Army  specialist. “It’s  a  great  job  and  they’re   very  supportive  of  me  over   here,”  said  Parker.  “It’s  just  a   great  company  to  work  for.” Ditto  for  Sgt.  Todd  Mills,  46,   of  Gorham.  With  no  loss  of   income,  he’s  stepping  away   for  nine  months  from  his   suit-­and-­tie  job  as  a  senior   portfolio  manager  for  TD   Bank  in  Portland  because  ...   why? “I  felt  like  a  hypocrite,”   replied  Mills,  who  served  for   10  years  as  a  much  younger   man  in  the  Army  Reserve  but   never  deployed.  Then,  one   day  in  2006,  he  found  himself   watching  his  26-­year-­old  son,   villagers  came  out  –  and   we’re  just  sitting  there,”  Mills   said.  “The  adults  all  stood   back  and  watched,  but  not   the  kids.” as  a  military  policemen  with   the  Army. In  Afghanistan’s  male-­ dominated  society,  such   situations  invariably  play  out   the  same  way:  The  young   boys  come  closest  to  the   massive  military  trucks  and   “I  told  my  wife  (Francine),   ‘It’s  now  or  never,’  ”  Mills   recalled.  “I  just  felt  like  I   wasn’t  doing  my  part.  When   I  look  back  in  20  years  and   say,  ‘All  right,  this  is  what   you  did,’  I  know  I’ll  feel  good   about  it.” Mills  frequently  sees  himself   as  a  mentor  for  younger   soldiers  caught  between   the  obvious  challenges  of   life  in  a  war  zone  and  the   less  detectable  but  equally   from  girlfriends,  wives   and,  toughest  of  all,  young   children.  (In  addition  to   Michael,  Mills  has  a  22-­year-­ old  daughter,  Nicole,  and  a   17-­year-­old  son,  Zach.) “Your  heart  breaks  and   aches  for  them,”  Mills  said,   recalling  the  anguish  of  more   than  a  few  young  soldiers   who  logged  onto  Skype  on   that  their  families  were  still   ice  storm. It  was,  he  said,  “one  of  those   Sgt.  Todd  Mills  of  Gorham,  who  traded  his  portfolio  manager  suit  and  tie  for   fatigues  and  body  armor,  prepares  Thursday  for  battle  drills  with  the  133rd   Engineer  Battalion  in  Afghanistan.  (Photo  by  Gabe  Souza,  Portland  Press   Herald.) days  where  I  think  I  sort  of   earned  the  right  to  be  here   by  being   there  for  those  guys   who  needed  it.” AN  UNFORGETTABLE  WAR   STORY Mills  is  a  member  of  the   133rd’s  convoy  escort  team,   meaning  he’s  spent  more   than  40  days  so  far  serving   as  a  truck  commander  on   more  than  a  dozen  missions   all  over  northern,  eastern  and   southern  Afghanistan.   Amid  the  inherent  danger   in  all  of  that  (his  unit  came   trip,  but  no  soldiers  were   wounded),  one  outside-­the-­ wire  encounter  stands  high   above  all  the  rest. It  was  early  one  morning,   just  before  dawn.  A  truck   under  escort  by  the  133rd’s   team  had  rolled  onto  its  side,   forcing  the  entire  convoy  to   a  full  stop  in  a  small  Afghan   village  while  a  wrecker  went   about  righting  the  disabled   vehicle. “Then  the  sun  came  up  and   we  heard  the  call  to  prayer   and  pretty  soon  all  the   whatever  candy  and  other   treats  the  U.S.  soldiers  might   toss  their  way.  The  girls,  who   wouldn’t  stand  a  chance  in   the  fracas,  typically  hang   back  and  watch. “There  was  this  beautiful  little   girl,”  recalled  Mills.  “She’s   sitting  there,  all  dirty  and  cold   and  barefoot.” Mills,  in  cahoots  with  his   convoy  commander,  Lt.   Joseph  White  of  Brewer,   quickly  mapped  out  a  plan:   Toss  a  few  pieces  of  candy   way  off  to  one  side  to  draw   away  all  the  boys.  Then,  with   the  boys  fully  distracted,   sneak  an  unopened  Pop-­Tart   to  the  little  girl. “She  picked  it  up  and  she   looked  at  us  with  big  wide   eyes  and  she  ran  over  to  this   group  of  other  girls,”  Mills   said.  “Then  she  opened  it   up  and  broke  it  up  into  little   pieces  and  all  the  little  girls   shared  it.  So  by  the  time  the   boys  came  over,  all  of  these   little  girls  had  a  small  piece   and  were  eating  them.” It  was,  of  course,  the  tiniest   of  ripples  in  the  deep  and   often  dark  pool  that  is   Operation  Enduring  Freedom. At  the  same  time,  though,   Mills  felt  light  years  away   from  the  suit,  the  tie  and   all  the  other  trappings  of  a   typical,  middle-­age  American   bank  executive’s  daily   routine. A  high-­performing  investment   portfolio,  after  all,  is  nice.  But   the  smiles  of  so  many  Afghan   Pop  Tart?   That’s  off  the  charts. “Those  are  the  things  where   you  sit  back  and  go,  ‘God  that   was  amazing,’  ”  Mills  said,   still  savoring  his  favorite  war   story.  “Those  are  the  things   you  want  to  remember.”